Glad to leave the decadent Empire of Yagga-Kong behind them, the adventurers flew their polymorphed horses south-west from the Peloponnesian Alps until they reached the river Brallen. They had to stop and ask for directions from the astonished locals to find their bearings, but soon enough found their way to Atronan Manor. Martok's ancestral home was situated on an island in the middle of a lake. A long causeway connected it to the shore, where a large village was situated.

As they flew closer, Martok discovered to his horror that the manor was not as he had left it: the stone was blackened by fire and the walls of several rooms had collapsed. A streaming cape of shadows sprang from Martok's shoulders, like the wings of an enormous bat, as he leapt from the back of the dragon. He glided down to a gaping hole in what was once his parents' bedroom and landed to survey the damage.